Secret Unleashed: Secret McQueen, Book 6 by Sierra Dean

people will stop at nothing to see me dead. While I’m gone, I can’t protect my friends. Tyler, Mercedes and Nolan all belong to me, according to the laws of the council.” I’d declared the three of them mine , and much like licking a dessert, it marked them as my possessions. “Since I’m not going to be here to protect them, I’m giving temporary guardianship responsibilities to you.”
    Sig grimaced. “That’s not standard—”
    “You want me to go to Los Angeles to look after what belongs to you? Then you have to look after what belongs to me. So while we’re at it I want to declare—officially—that Desmond Alvarez is mine . As is the entire Alvarez family. Shane Hewitt is mine.”
    “Shane belongs to the council.”
    “You made a point of saying he’s at risk. If the risk to his life is because of me, that means he’s mine. Not the council’s.”
    “Anyone else? Would you also like to lay claim to the entire West Village? Perhaps the whole island of Manhattan?”
    “If I could, I would.”
    “And what about your wolf king, Lucas Rain? Is he yours as well?”
    I got to my feet, considering his words. All I had to do was say yes . One word and the council would protect Lucas from any vampire forces who might attack him to get to me.
    I looked back at Sig.
    “Fuck him.”

Chapter Seven
    I texted Desmond as I left the council headquarters. There was no way I’d get to see him one-on-one before I was shipped off to the City of Angels, but that didn’t mean I was going to leave without telling him what was happening.
    I’d done that once before, and he’d barely forgiven me. If I did it again, I suspected he’d be done with me forever.
    Holden would be glued to my side until Peyton was caught. After the earful Sig gave him, I’d be surprised if I got to shower on my own, let alone have some quality time with my boyfriend.
    Things between the werewolf lieutenant and me had been strained to say the least. After our short breakup in the spring, we still hadn’t fallen back into our stride as a couple again. It didn’t help that I’d slept with Holden—a fact Desmond wouldn’t acknowledge and didn’t want to discuss at all—and I was worried our unresolved issues were a powder keg waiting to blow.
    Whenever we were together it was hard to just relax and be us because the threat of my death was lingering, and we knew we were being watched. That, coupled with the fact I’d chosen Lucas instead of him months earlier, meant Desmond was having a difficult time being with me.
    While very few things had ever been easy for us, loving each other had always come naturally. I had to believe once Peyton and my mother were no longer in the picture, Desmond and I would be able to hammer out the problems we were having and try to make things right again.
    For now, I’d stick with positive thinking. He still loved me. He still wanted to be with me. And in spite of the insanity of our lives, he’d let me back in.
    It was a start.
    He was waiting in my apartment when Holden and I arrived. Instead of trading any barbs, the vampire and werewolf shared an uneasy silence, and Holden ducked into the bedroom saying, “I’ll pack some things for you.”
    I wouldn’t trust any man other than Holden to pack a bag for me, and I knew he’d make appropriate choices for the audience, if not for my comfort.
    “Going somewhere?” Desmond asked, though he sounded beat down, making me believe he already knew the answer. When I’d texted, I just said, Meet me at home, something has come up . Not the best way to break news to him, sure, but better than an ominous We need to talk .
    “I blew up a building, so Sig is making me go to Los Angeles.”
    “What?”
    I led him back to the loveseat where he’d been sitting, and we sank into the cushions together. His hands were big, and I couldn’t hold them properly in mine, but I tried. His warm skin felt good, bringing me tactile memories of the way his palms felt in the